Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2006 21:10:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: "Darron, Darron The Witch, The Witch" <darronthewitch@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nobody Knows Chapter 3 by Danny The Witch
Lucky Number Thirty Two Productions
Presents:
Nobody Knows
An Anthology
By
Danny The Witch
[Author's note: If you didn't read the author's note at the
beginning of chapter 1 - Please go back and do so-if you
don't then don't be surprised if I don't answer your email-
Nothing Personal guys. There were about three emails that I
got that I could not respond to because they either admitted
to recent illegal activity or else they sent me an
unsolicited attachment. Please- if you send me an email do
not attach anything to it-I will delete the email without
opening it up or reading it, and please do not admit any
illegal activity or the intention or desire to commit
illegal acts. And once again, let me say that if you are a
minor under the age of eighteen do not send me an
email-again, it's nothing personal but if you don't already
know, and I will quote Tom Reeves of the Boston Boise
Committee in December of 1978 in Boston, "There is a witch-
hunt going on." and us witches must abide strictly to the
letter of the law in order to survive. Thank You for the
people who sent me emails and acted like ordinary nice
people and made comments about the story.
Fact: On December 2nd 1978 in the city of Boston,
Massachusetts thirty two men and boys officially formed The
North American Man Boy Association. Fiction: Everything
else in this story. This is a work of Fiction. Any
similarity to actual events or actual people is
unintentional.
Introduction to Chapter Three.
Dedicated to Hunter S. Thompson and William S. Burroughs -
You will be remembered.
Hollyweird is an interesting study. For one thing, it
is dominated by men. If you don't believe me, just ask any
woman who has struggled to become a star-they will tell you.
Most of the men who make up the television and film industry
in the Southern California area are artists and
technophiles, new-age spiritualists, nudists, and , yes.
gays.
When I talk about Hollyweird, I am mostly talking about
the people behind the camera-not so much actors and models
themselves. I would estimate that about 80% of them are gay
males. I would also estimate that there are many more
pederasts among the gay-male population than the public has
any idea. About half of all gay males are either pederasts
(boy-lovers) or are sympathetic to the boy-love issue
weather they are outspoken about it or not. Most of those
men who are sympathetic to pederasty and are not actually
pederasts themselves are, in most instances, the very boys
that were attracted to boy-lovers when they were young. And
believe me; I have been involved in the gay community for a
long time now. This is a very conservative estimate.
So-when talking about Hollyweird, one should understand
that here in lies an industry where there are probably more
boy-lovers assembled under one umbrella than anywhere else.
And, this is a very powerful industry. When one
includes not only motion picture and films but also
television and advertising-this is, hands down, the most
profitable, and influential industry in the country,
probably the world.
They have powerful lobbyists, they influence
government, to make special exemptions, especially having to
do with child actors, and local governments are usually
eager and excited to give in to the industries demands for
special protections, specifically protections against
prosecutions of child abuse, in order to attract the
industry to film on location in whatever location that might
benefit financially.
Just to give you an example, there have been made
special exemptions in the law that have been made to allow
children to smoke, drink, and do other things that would
otherwise be illegal, in order to make a movie. Probably
the greatest example would be the exemptions that have been
made to the child labor laws, in order to employ children as
young as five years old, who may be required to work over 10
hours in a day on a daily basis - not counting the time it
takes them to memorize lines and other things when they are
off camera.
One thing that the general public is somewhat naive to
and they really shouldn't be, is the history of Hollyweird,
and the tendency of this industry to abuse these exemptions
in the law, and abuse children.
Many childhood actors of particular fame have come
forward and have been quite frank with the public as to this
phenomenon. Such actors as the boy who was Denise The
Menace, and the boy who played Mark in the television show
The Rifleman. As well as other childhood actors who have
wished to remain anonymous that have told the public that
they were victims of amazing and severe child abuse, not
only including the regular use of corporeal punishment on
young child actors on the set, but also victims of what they
would describe an insidious sexual exploitation of child
actors. And that boys were primarily the targets of this
abuse.
Some Hollyweird child actors, have written books about
it which would detail to a much greater degree than I will
do so here in this introduction but I will detail some of
it, because it will be necessary in order for you to
understand what I will be talking about as far as the
content of Hollyweird film and television.
My own father was best friends with a boy named Rusty,
who played the boy in Rin Tin Tin, And has heard first hand,
the types of regular abuse that boys his age had to endure
in order to be employed in the film industry. My own father
who was a victim of child abuse attracted Rusty's attentions
who immediately sympathized with him and used his star
status, as being another student at the same school, in
order to elevate my dad's wounded self-esteem. The stories
that Rusty has told my dad, would make any adult shutter,
even a boy-lover. Rusty is one of the child actors who has
never come forward and told the public what he went through
and so, I will not talk more about him specifically.
I myself, was friends with a boy at the age of ten who
became a model, and I was to become one also and I will talk
more about him later. And even though this was in the
seventies, and much of the abuse had been halted, there was
still strange abuses going on.
Let me give you some examples. It was a common
practice in the industry to use corporeal punishment on
boys, if they could not remember their lines, or didn't
follow the directors instructions and thereby required a re-
shoot and the waste of film and time and money, so they
would say, and it was common that the boy would be paddled
right there on the set, right in front of everybody. And
I'm talking about the use of a wooden paddle, and britches
and underwear down spankings.
And, boys didn't just get paddled as punishment. I
have heard one adult child actor, who I will not name, but
was one of the stars in the Little Rascals, who was like
about six years old at the time, say that most of these
people involved in Hollyweird were out and out sadists.
He described in a book, that very often the director or
producers would often demand that a scene be in the show
where a child was required to cry, and in order to create
`realism' and because many children could not cry on cue and
be believable, they would actually give a young boy a severe
paddling in order to get him to cry.
I'm not making up these stories folks-this was real.
I have heard first hand that very often a child's
parents were not allowed on the set because it was felt that
they wouldn't understand how things were in Hollyweird and
how it was necessary to abuse children in order to make a
movie under time and budget constraints, and that they would
try to interfere with what they called necessary discipline.
And now I will talk about the sexual exploitation of
children involved in the film and entertainment industry.
It was, according to the testimonies I have read and
heard, that parents were required to sign a lengthy release
form built into the child's contract which not only did the
parent agree to the use of corporeal punishment, and not
limited to just punishment, but these contracts would also
state that it was routine that nudity would be required of
the child on the set and the logic of all this went kind of
like this.
Children were treated as second-hand citizens.
Actually, in the words of the children, they were treated
like property. Directors were often impatient and would
bark directions at children and became instantly frustrated
with the child's reactions.
In their own words, in this industry, time was money,
and therefore although adult models, and actors and
actresses were afforded the luxury of a dressing room and
time to change if a wardrobe change was called for children
were not given this luxury. It was considered an
unnecessary waste of time. Therefore, if a wardrobe change
was called for, a young boy was expected to strip right
there on the set in front of everybody to change into the
new costume. And if he dawdled or took too long, he was
often spanked.
With adults, because of the extra time for wardrobe
changes, usually the shooting sequences were scheduled as
such, that costume changes only occurred maybe once or twice
in an entire days shooting-but for some other mysterious
reason, when it came to shooting child actors, the directors
would often shoot scenes out of order, requiring wardrobe
changes of the child as many as two dozen times in an 8 to
10 hour shoot. Often times the boy being required to change
from one costume to another and then back to the first one
again.
And, as strange as this may sound, you have to
understand that the directors controlled every aspect of
their films-including the attire of the children - every
single piece of clothing-right down to their underwear, and
believe it or not, it was common that a child was forbidden
to wear underwear or undergarments unless specifically
called for in the scene and the reason was that it was
considered an unnecessary article of clothing that could
slow down the time involved in costume changes. And it was
the policy of the filmmakers that the child actors change
wardrobe as quickly as practically possible.
Which means, these boys were required to strip down
naked in front of everybody, completely nude. Sometimes as
many as fifty times during an all day shoot. Many times
while the cameras were still shooting!
In addition to that, it was also routine, in the name
of realism (which I will talk more about later-You may have
no idea how far they took this realism thing) for boys to be
completely naked during some shoots, for example if the boy
was in a scene where he was taking a bath for example, and
even though nudity would not be shown in the film, they were
never-the-less required to shoot the scenes nude, for the
sake of realism. I know this doesn't seem to make logical
sense, which is why I will explain more later-but this
concept of realism really was nothing less than a religious-
type belief among film-makers.
By the summer of 1979, when I was twelve years old, a
lot of this had changed. Hollyweird was no longer using
corporeal punishment on children, however, a lot of the
nudity stuff, according to my sources, was still going on.
During that summer, when I was twelve years old, I
moved to the suburbs in Southern California, and made
friends with a boy who lived across the street from me. His
name was Kyle and he was ten years old, turning eleven.
Kyle wanted to be in show business.
It's ironic, but later on when I started high school
the use of the term `In show-business was a secret way of
saying that you were gay. But that's neither here nor
there.
Anyways, Kyle wanted to be in show business and since
his mother did not work she took it upon herself to get Kyle
an agent. What was surprising to Kyle and his mother and
what I eventually would discover myself, is that there was
at that time an entire sub-industry of acting that was
little less than the deliberate and unadulterated sexual
exploitation of boys.
And these were boy's modeling gigs, and what they
modeled were swim shorts and briefs. Mostly they modeled
underwear.
And, as long as you were of average attractiveness for
a boy - that is you were thin, pre-pubescent looking, white,
and a little bit cute-the only other thing you needed was a
modeling agent, who could literally line up for you an
endless stream of these kinds of jobs.
And that's exactly what happened to my friend Kyle.
Within three weeks, he was getting more underwear modeling
gigs than he could agree to. Five days a week, usually two
gigs a day. And he was getting paid very well and the money
was going into his college education fund.
On the weekends we would play together or in the
evening after he got home, and about mid way through the
summer, I expressed a desire to Kyle's mom that I too wanted
to model since they seemed confident that this was the way
to eventually get exposed (no pun intended) and land a part
in television or the movies.
Kyle's mom talked to my mom and told her that she
already had an agent and she knew that they would eat me up
(her words) meaning-All my mom had to do was sign a contract
and in a matter of days me and her son would be getting gigs
and Kyle's mom was willing to drive me to the shoots and
what not since she was already doing that for her son.
I really wanted to do this and my mom said it was okay.
Now, I have to tell you that Kyle tried to talk me out
of it. This is what he said:
"Are you sure you really want to do this?"
"Yea-why not?" I said, "It could get me in the movies
right?"
"Yea but-you know, they're mostly going to be underwear
shoots right?"
"So," I said.
"Well-your also gona have to get naked."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because- that's what they make you do. You go there,
and then they make my mom go away, and the first thing they
do is make you strip completely naked, and then they give
you different underwear they want you to wear, and then they
take some photos and then they make you take those off and
then they decide what other kinds of clothes they want you
to wear - maybe some swim trunks or whatever-but, mostly you
will be standing there completely naked in front of
everybody for long periods of time while they decide what it
is they want you to model."
"Weird," I said.
"So-If you're modest at all, or would get embarrassed
being completely butt-ass naked in front of lots of
adults-this probably is not for you."
I thought about it.
"Besides," he said, "They really aren't very nice
people. I'm already getting used to it now but, I wish I
never got involved in this. They get impatient with you-they
don't seem to like kids at all - and they can become
assholes and start barking orders at you and what not-"
"Oh," I said.
"About the coolest thing about it is, that usually
there will be at least three or four other boys and you will
all be standing around naked together-that is if you like to
see other boys naked."
"Well, sure, who wouldn't?" I said.
"Besides that-there's other stuff."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Like, sometimes they touch you, you know, down there."
"What do ya mean?" I asked surprised.
"Like while you're modeling underwear-sometimes they'll
just reach their hand right inside the underwear and
readjust your package and such - they do this a lot. They
say because they don't want it to show up in the photos so
they adjust it in a way least likely for the camera to see"
"Weird," I said.
"And a lot of times you'll get slapped in the ass, you
know all in fun, especially when your bare-assed. Different
men on the crew will slap you ass and sexually tease you and
makes jokes - they do it right out in the open-"
"Really weird, I had no idea."
"Yea-I think most of them are fags-and if they had half
the chance to get you alone and you promised not to tell,
well-you know-that's the feeling I get."
"Wow!!"
"I think that's what they want me to do,"
"Holy Shit?"
"Yea-they want me to have sex with them, and then I'll
get a part in a movie."
"Are you gona do it?"
"Maybe-I Haven't gotten the opportunity yet-but, I
might. Listen-what they tell you is kinda not true," Kyle
suddenly said with a different tone.
"What isn't true?"
"You don't have to do modeling to break into the
movies."
"You don't?"
"No-any kid can break into the movies - as long as
they're good looking-and they don't have to be anything
special just kinda cute. You're cute enough to get into the
movies-they would love you."
"And I don't have to do modeling?"
"No. You don't have to get an agent or do any of this
bull shit that I'm doing."
"What do you have to do?"
"All you have to do is be willing to have sex with
them. It's kinda hard to explain.". But, Kyle did go on to
explain:
"It's kinda complicated but not really. They've set it
all up so that there's no way it connects back to them and
you can't prove a friggin' thing to anybody-.
"How does it work?"
"Like this." And this is what he explained to me and
afterwards I didn't know if to believe him or not.
"First thing is the next time your mom takes you to buy
new clothes and such, look for anything with the number
thirty two on it."
"The number thirty two?"
"Yea-don't ask me why-I don't know why they chose that
number. Anyways-a baseball cap or a shirt where the numbers
are big-a shirt's the best. It doesn't have to be a
basketball shirt-any kinda shirt with the number thirty two
on it. Talk your mom into buying it for you-don't tell her
why. "
"Okay,"
"Then, during the summer, go off by yourself, to the
mall, or to a rec center, or sit on a bus stop-and just hang
out."
"Okay,"
"Don't hang out WITH someone-just by yourself, and if
you go to the rec center don't play-just hang out."
"k, got it." I said with growing curiosity. It had
suddenly occurred to me I could do this entirely in secret,
if I was careful, and no one, not even Kyle would know."
"It may not happen the first time you go out, or the
second, or the third, but eventually, your gona attract the
attention of one of them-a man who knows about the number
thirty two-and he's gona see you're really cute ass and he's
gona know that its available."
"Wow!"
"That's because they all know. And to tell you the
truth, I don't know that doing this will get you into show
business or not-it could definitely help though, I think.
There's still no guarantees."
"I see,"
"Anyways-before too long, you'll notice a dude looking
at you-like really looking at you, taking notice of you. He
might come up to you and say that he really likes your
shirt, or the number you're wearing, or maybe not, maybe
he'll just stare at you from a distance."
"Okay, what do I do then?" I asked.
"Nothing-he'll do something first. He'll give you some
kind of a sign. He might rub his nose with his finger, or
he might wink at you, or he might give you an AOK sign, or a
peace sign or even the devil sign-you know what the devil
sign is right?"
"Yea," I said.
"Anyways-once he gives you one of these signs, then you
just give him the sign back to let him know, okay?"
"Yup, got it."
"Maybe he might even give you the thirty two sign-it
goes like this."
And Kyle moved around to my backside and held his hands
out in front of me. With his left hand he made an AOK sign
and with his right hand he held erect the thumb and for-
finger in the shape of an imaginary gun, pointing straight
up.
"Like that-see?"
"Yea-I see-wait a minute," I said, "It looks like the
letters `bL' what does that mean?"
"Dun-know-like I said, I have no idea what it
means-it's just the number thirty two you know?"
"Yea, but why not make it like this," I said holding up
my index finger and middle finger like the peace sign.
"Sometimes they do-what's your point?"
"I don't know-why would you make a sign of the number
two to look like an L?"
"Dun know. All I know is it works." Kyle said.
"How do you know that?" I said skeptically.
"Cause-I've already done it."
"NO WAY" I said.
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Scouts honer,"
"I had sex with a man just the other day at the mall."
"Shut up,"
"For reals-and guess what-I just found out from my mom
that they're offering me a part in a TV movie- not a big
part-but a part-- my agents sending over the paperwork."
"No shit!!"
"For reals dude, you can do it to."
"Tell me what happened,"
"This is what happened," he said starting the story.
Kyle was aimlessly strutting around the mall. Kyle had
just turned eleven years old two weeks earlier. He was a
typical skinny cute white boy. In this case he had brown
hair and brown eyes. Kyle was wearing white O.P. corduroy
shorts with no underwear. He was wearing a red and white
baseball jersey with the number 32 in large letters on both
the front and the back of the shirt. Kyle was also wearing
a red head band.
Kyle was kind of wondering around, as he was told to
do. He was told he wouldn't ever know when or where it
would happen just that it would happen. What he was looking
for was for a man to notice him.
He was standing over by the merry-go-round watching the
younger kids on the porcelain ponies when it happened. He
felt it on his shoulders-someone behind him was staring at
him.
Kyle pushed himself away from the handrail that he had
been leaning on and turned around to look.
A man about forty was standing along the far wall, and
they made eye contact. The man then made a subtle gesture
with one hand, forming the AOK sign. It was subtle, but
because Kyle was looking for the signs and recognized it, he
for sure saw it.
Kyle made an AOK sign back to the man, and then the man
approached him. Kyle's heart was thundering inside of his
chest. This was both exciting and scary.
The man came up to Kyle and asked, "Do you know the
time?"
"Um, not sure-I'm not wearing a watch,"
"Thanks," the man said and then brushed his nose with
his index finger. Another sign, Kyle knew. Kyle repeated
the gesture on his own nose, and then the man turned and
began to walk away.
Kyle knew what to do at this point. He followed the
man at a reasonable distance.
The man turned into a corridor that lead off from the
main mall. The sign said, phones and restrooms so Kyle knew
he was probably headed to the restroom.
`We're gona do it right here, at the mall?!' Kyle
thought to himself.
The man entered the men's room and Kyle deliberately
took his time approaching the restroom. When he got to the
door, he decided to stall by getting a drink from the
drinking fountain that was just outside.
After a minute or so Kyle took a deep breath and went
inside the men's room.
The man was standing at one of the urinals. Kyle
slowly walked to the urinals (there were three of them) and
stood at the urinal furthest to the left-the man was
standing at the one furthest to the right.
Kyle then looked over to the man and could see that the
man was totally erect and not being very modest. Kyle had
never seen a man's fully erect cock before, and although he
didn't consider himself gay, he felt of wave of super
electric lustful energy overcome his senses. He became cock-
hypnotized and couldn't take his eyes off the man's huge
phallus.
Kyle watched as the man stroked his cock
unpretentiously.
"So, this is how it works?" The boy said. "So do we do
it here, or do I get your number or something?"
The man nodded at Kyle, motioning to Kyle to pull his
pants down.
Kyle pulled the front of his shorts apart revealing his
two and half inch already hard completely hairless
circumcised dick.
Kyle kept staring at the man's huge cock, "I could
touch it?" Kyle asked.
The man nodded.
Kyle reached over and wrapped his fingers around the
man's erection. The boy had never felt someone else's dick
before, not even a grown man's hard cock. Of course some of
the men at the studio had touched him down there but that
was just for shooting their underwear shots without his
penis showing through.
While Kyle was holding the man's cock, the man reached
down and started playing with Kyle's dick.
"Here, do to me what I do to you," the man said.
The man then squeezed Kyle's little erection and Kyle
squeezed the man's big dick.
"Yea-that's it," the man said.
Then the man started stroking Kyle's little boner and
Kyle did the same on the man.
Kyle wasn't supposed to say anything about wanting to
get into the movies or anything to any man who approached
him even though he wanted to. Kyle knew that the further he
went with a man the better the odds that he would break into
show business.
And that is why Kyle suddenly bent over and put the
man's cock into his mouth.
"Oh fucking shit!!" the man whispered, "You ARE a horn-
dog aren't you?"
Kyle nodded and then went back to sucking on the man's
cock head.
"You've never sucked dick before, have you?" the man
asked.
Kyle shook his head, no.
The man lifted Kyle's head up and said, "Come on-let's
go into a stall."
Kyle followed the man into the stall at the far end of
the bathroom. The large one that was for handicapped
people.
"If anyone comes in, just be casual and don't say
anything, k?"
Kyle nodded.
As soon as they got into the stall and the man closed
the door, the man pulled Kyle's O.P. shorts down, letting
them drop to his ankles. The man then started sucking on
Kyle's still erect boner.
Kyle had never had his dick sucked before-but he kind
of liked it. It felt good. The man had a little stubble on
his chin that kept rubbing against Kyle's smooth little
marble sized balls each time the man went all the way down
on the boy's dick. Each time that happened Kyle tried not
to laugh because it tickled.
After a couple of minutes the man stood back up and
kind of directed Kyle onto his knees. Kyle got onto his
knees and the man said, "Suck my cock some more,"
Kyle grabbed the man's cock and put the head inside of
his mouth and started sucking.
"Oh shit yea, "the man whispered, "You're new at this
but I can tell you're eager to please."
After another minute, the man kind of reached around
and grabbed Kyle's ass saying, "I bet this here's a nice
virgin ass-isn't it?"
Kyle took the cock out of his mouth for a second and
said, "What do you mean?"
"You've never had a man's cock up in your ass before is
what I mean, right?"
Kyle nodded no. He didn't say this out loud, but he
wasn't sure if they really wanted to do that-but now he
thought they did, and he knew that if he wanted the best
chance to break into show business, he was going to have to
be willing to do that.
The man told Kyle to stand up and turn around, and he
did.
"Now bend over," the man said.
`Oh shit!' Kyle thought, `He's not even going to ask
me!
He felt the man spread his boy cheeks apart and then he
felt something wet and warm touch his butt hole. It
surprised him at first the sensation and he kinda jumped.
"Don't worry-I just had to have a taste," the man said.
Kyle bent back over again and felt the man stick his
tongue up inside of his tight butt hole. It felt really
really good actually and Kyle was once again feeling waves
of lustful excitement that he had never felt before and
didn't expect.
As a matter of fact Kyle started panting, and the
effect of those lusty feelings on his mind was amazing, in
about two minutes he went from being scared to try butt sex
to actually wanting it.
"If you want-you can fuck my virgin ass with your big
cock," Kyle said still panting.
"For reals?" the man said. "It will hurt your first
time."
Kyle new that he was going to have to do this a lot to
make his chances of getting into Hollyweird movies a fair
shot-so he might as well get used to it and get his first
time over with.
"I've heard that-I want to get it over with." Kyle
said, "So I can enjoy it the next time."
"You'll enjoy it THIS time-- it's just going to hurt
at first," the man said. "Wait, don't move a muscle, stay
right there bent over,"
The man left the stall and went to the sink and a few
moments later he came back with his hands full of pink soap.
Kyle looked behind him as the man put a bunch of soap
on his cock and then with a finger spread soap all over the
boy's small anus.
"I would like to do this slow-but under the
circumstances, we need to get this done before anyone comes
in. "
Kyle nodded.
"That's gona make it hurt more-you sure?"
Kyle nodded-`It was now or never-if other kids did this
to become stars-he could too. `He thought to himself.
The man pulled Kyle's red scarf from off of his head,
and then told Kyle to open his mouth, he then re tied the
scarf around his head so that it was in Kyle's mouth.
"So, if you cry, you'll do it quietly," the man said.
"You ready?"
"Yes," Kyle said quiet and muffled, and then nodded his
head.
"Okay, on the count of five, and then it'll be too late
to change your mind."
Kyle nodded yes again.
"One---two---three-four----- big pause, five,"
And then the man pushed his fat cock head hard up
against the eleven year old boy's virgin anus. It hurt.
And the boy started to breath hard and whine softly.
"Tst tst tst ts ts-"the man said.
And the man continued to push hard until the head
popped into the boy's asshole and then the boy did start
crying.
"Shhh-shhh-shhh-shhh-shhh," the man said as he pushed
his cock in still further.
The boy dropped to his knees, tears flowing out of his
eyes now and quietly whimpering in his gag. And the man
followed his body down to the bathroom floor without
withdrawing his cock from the newbies virgin hole.
"I have to keep going, or you'll never get through
this."
Kyle nodded.
The man then started fucking the eleven year old-in and
out , in and out, and Kyle cried but after a minute he was
relieved to discover that the pain was subsiding. Another
half minute and it didn't hurt anymore. He was so proud of
himself. He felt like superboy. In fact, it felt really
fucking awesomely good.
Kyle ripped the bandana out of his mouth and whispered,
"It doesn't hurt anymore. It feels good-fuck me harder!"
And the man fucked Kyle harder-and Kyle loved it.
Afterwards the man asked Kyle if he enjoyed it and Kyle
replied enthusiastically, nodding his head up and down
excitedly, "Can't wait to do it again-can I meet you again
tomorrow?"
"Doesn't work that way kid," the man said.
"Oh. But-it took me two weeks to finally get some
action! I can't wait another two weeks!"
"Look-You want to go over the top?? Increase your
odds?" The man asked.
Kyle nodded enthusiastically again.
"Okay-tell your mummy and daddy that you're a Red Sox
fan. Have them buy you a Red Sox baseball hat, or any red
baseball cap, or any cap with the letter `B' on it for
Boston-can be anything really `Boston Bake Beans" it doesn't
really matter. Or you can wear a pair of red socks, or
white socks with three bright red strips on them, or a red
belt."
"And that'll make it work faster?"
"Along with the number 32 - Guaranteed," the man said.
Turns out, like I indicated earlier that Kyle got a
part in a television show, which was filmed a couple of
weeks later. It was an episode of The Greatest American
Hero. In the show William Katt and Robert Culp are at a
park where there's a bunch of kids playing and Katt is in
his really gay looking Hero costume and Kyle walks up to him
and asks him if he's the clown that his mom ordered for his
birthday party and Katt ruffles Kyle's hair with his hand
and Culp says, `Go away kid you bother me.'
Kyle got paid $1500.00 and I wonder if that was worth
it to him to get it up the ass just to get that part.
Actually, I think it was. Kyle was ecstatic when the
episode aired, believe me, every kid in the neighborhood and
at school was made sure to watch that episode-Kyle got a
copy of it on tape, and shows it to everybody he knows-the
time he was on TV. I guess it's just something about being
on TV or in the movies.
As a matter of fact, I think it was worth it to Kyle,
because he secretly told me later on that he'd taken quite a
liking to getting it up the ass from strange men he didn't
even know. And, he didn't even care about getting anymore
parts on TV or in the movies. After that shoot, Kyle told
his mom he no longer wanted to do modeling, and spent the
rest of the summer going off by himself, looking for a man
to fuck him in the ass. Kyle was already in show business,
he just didn't know it!
Kyle told me about the Red Socks stuff too, and I have
to tell you, I got action the first day I went out. I don't
know why I wanted to have butt sex, but as soon as Kyle
described it to me I couldn't get it out of my head-I
fantasized about it, and it gave me a woodie everytime I
thought about a man's big cock in my ass and him fucking me.
Finally, about a week later after I got a red belt, and
a couple new packages of white tube socks with three red
strips on `em and my own thirty-two shirt. I was off and
running.
Turns out I got a part in the movies as well-And I
didn't even have an agent. All that was worked out later.
My bit was in a television commercial for a certain type of
kid's shampoo, that doesn't hurt your eyes.
In the commercial I was in a bathtub, and of course at
the shooting, I was completely naked in the tub. And, I
know you're going to find this hard to believe, but they
actually wanted me to have a boner. They didn't actually
tell me that-but they kept delaying the filming saying, "Its
not right-it's not right" and they never told me what was
right. I sat in that tub for like 90 minutes. They kept
telling me to splash around in the water and stuff and they
kept adding hot water to the tub and poring it right over my
privates.
Well that did the trick. The new hot water made by
balls and dick tingle and I sprang right up and immediately
they said lights, camera action, so I know for a fact they
wanted to film me with a boner.
Of course when the commercial ran on television, it was
amazing because there were bubbles in the bath. So many
bubbles, you couldn't see that I was naked. I thought that
was pretty amazing considering there were no bubbles in the
bath while I was in it and they were taping me on the set.
I only got $400 for the shoot, and so I thought Kyle's
ass ended up being worth more money than mine-I thought
well, maybe because he was a year younger than me. But as
it turns out-My residuals came out to a LOT more money than
Kyle's residuals. Kyle's episode of Greatest American Hero,
only repeated twice and also was never picked for
syndication. He got a check for $50.00 each time it aired,
which totaled $150.00 add that to the $1500 he got and the
total was $1650.00
My commercial ran 275 times over the next three years
and I got paid $10.00 each time it aired. That's a total of
$2750.00 plus the $400 they originally paid me for a grand
total of $3150-My ass made almost twice as much money as
Kyle's and I got more exposure on television (no pun
intended)
And like Kyle, I got really compulsive and addicted to
gay sex. I was going nearly every day looking for more
action-I couldn't believe what a horn-dog I was. On days I
couldn't find any bait-I had to find something to stick up
my ass while I jerked off.
One day, in late August, Kyle and I ran in to each
other at the mall-man-we'd both been at it for hours in a
high state of sexual anticipation, and nothing was
happening. We were both so damn horny that we went into the
bathroom and took turns fucking each other in the ass. Now
I was twelve, and my dick was a lot bigger that Kyle's, and
he was ecstatic, when he saw how big my cock was.
When he first saw it he said, "Damn dude-if I knew how
big your cock was I woula asked you to fuck me weeks ago!
You look like a little boy-who woulda guesses you were
packing so much heat!"
I thought Kyle was getting the better end of the deal
at first since his dick was only about two and a half inches
hard - But let me tell you how good it felt when he slid his
hot little dick in my ass.
I thought Kyle, as well as myself, were like totally
incurable bottoms, but let me tell you because Kyle has a
little dick, he could fuck me as hard as he wanted and he
did-he was a wild boy trying to tear up my insides with his
.22 caliber. When he got around to piston fucking me I came
for the second time all over my jeans and underwear which
were around my ankles along with my open red belt.
Now-it turns out there was a guy that was in the next
stall to us. He had been being so damn quiet, Kyle and I
didn't even know. I guess when we first got in there, he
must have pulled his feet up so it didn't look like anyone
was in the stall. I don't know-or maybe we just forget to
check being so damn horny and needing to satisfy ourselves.
I guess this guy was peeking under the stall and saw
the whole thing. He was about thirty years old and pretty
good looking.
When we saw him peeking under the stall, we asked him
if he had a big dick, and next thing you know he was
knocking on our stall door, so we opened up and let him in.
He was a white guy with a bald head, and when he pulled
his cock out-it wasn't so long as it was fat. It was really
fucking fat. Only about 5 inches long, but so damn thick.
I bent over first, and the guy put some spit on it, and
guided it right in. He fucked me a little bit and then Kyle
was showing off his cute little ass, and the guy pulled out
of me and stuck it in Kyle. Man that was hot-watching that
man's fat cock going in and out of Kyle's cute little ass.
And the man went back and forth like that between the
two of us, until he told us to turn around and get on our
knees which we did, and he told us to open our mouths, which
we did like cute little puppy dogs begging for food, and
when he squirted, he made sure to get some into both of our
hungry mouths.
I came a third time, and jacked Kyle off to another dry
orgasm.
When we were done the man asked, "When can I see you
boys again? You want my phone number?"
And Kyle said, "Nah, it doesn't work that way."
And as we walked out of the bathroom and the man was
looking confused and somewhat disappointed and I said,
"Sorry dude-it doesn't work that way, but sometimes you just
get lucky."
And then Kyle and I walked out of the restroom.
Chapter Three - The X-Ray Camera
This section is dedicated to Robert Plant, thank you for
opening my eyes and my ears or more specifically my mind -
and to Allister Crowley who is the beast and his number is
666.
And to my first love, Steve, may God bless your soul, a
victim of AIDS. If ever there was a bug that was made this
was a bug that was made. I know that you are the eternal
child again-I see your smile sometimes in a cute young boy
that passes by me and reacts to me as though he suddenly
recognizes an old friend. I've even seen you wink at me.
I will share the dark esoteric secrets that you showed me to
the BL community in the hope that we can all can live
together in peace. -BLINK- Read between the lines.
-3-
Now, you were probably wondering what was up with the
television commercial I was in-and to tell you the truth I
didn't find out for many years. Of course, I had a copy of
it on tape-and you know what-I was pretty famous.
Especially amongst gay men (all my friends) I still talk to
people to this day that remember the commercial, and if they
don't usually if I play it for them they will say, `Oh
yea-of course, yea yea they played that commercial like a
million times! You were such a hot kid!' and I'll say,
`Actually, they aired it exactly 275 times, but whose
counting."
Anyways, I'm going to explain all this but its all
rather complicated, so please forgive me if I meander about
in and out of what may seem lengthy unrelated subjects.
Believe me it will be worth the effort to follow along
because in the end it is my aim that you will be able to see
things that you've never seen before!
What this all has to do with is the subliminal or other
words the subconscious. If you are a student of the occult,
then you will know where I am headed with all of this and have
some familiarity with the subject.
For those of you who don't know, the occult is
basically a study of the subconscious mind or the
subliminal. The word occult itself means `hidden' or
`secret' or `buried' or rather more accurately a cross
between all of those words.
What occultists have believed and can prove and have
known for a thousand years or more before Sigmund Freud ever
came along is that there is much more to the human mind than
what people think. Occultists have referred to the
subliminal mind, Sigmund Freud first called it the
unconscious mind and then later it was amended to the SUB-
conscious mind.
So, the idea goes kind of like this, that we are all
really kind of like supermen, or superhuman. That within
all of us we possess superhuman abilities. Mostly having to
do with perception. In order to better explain this, I'm
going to have to go into a little allegory.
When I was a young teenager, I became an audiophile,
among other types of philes, sort of speak. I was also a
photophile, and a technophile in general. Phile is the
Greek verb that meant `to love' so an audiophile is someone
who `loves sound or music' but keep in mind phile is a verb
which suggests action.
Anyways, how all that happened concerns the late
seventies, and because of fantastic advances in audio and
electronic technology in stereo fidelity there was a
movement of audophiles being born. I was one of them.
I had my run of the mill stereo LP player that my
parents bought me but of course being a young teen
audiophile and because there were now stereo's on the market
that were so much more advanced than the one I had-I was
begging my parents to buy me the top of the line model.
Now-this took some doing to convince them, but
eventually I did it just how the salesmen at the stereo
stores did it-I used a audio fidelity demonstration record
which fully convinced my dad.
Let me explain.
During those days, most people had a hi-fi record
player that was probably only a few years old, and if you
walked in to a stereo store, to buy a new one, one with
better sound than the old-out-of-date models what the
salesmen (most were audiohiles) would do is try to get you
to buy the top-end model rather than your average model.
Now, the average model cost about $50 bucks and the top
of the line model was not just a few bucks more it was like
up to 5 times as much running around $250.00 Now, its hard
to convince people to fork out that kind of extra dough
unless you can convince them that the top-end model is like
a super-stereo compared to the other. And to be quite
frank, most people claimed they couldn't hear the
difference.
Now my dad as it were, had a top-of-the line stereo
system but it was his opinion that he wasted his money
buying it, letting himself be talked into it by an overzealous
salesman who wanted to make maximum commission.
My dad was a subscriber of the magazine Consumer
Reports, and what consumer advocate magazines did is they
basically explained to folks what was new and what was worth
the money and what wasn't.
Now in these magazines, there were articles about the
new high-fidelity stereo systems and basically what was
different about these systems compared to the much cheaper
models, was basically one thing; And that was the
range of the audio-fidelity.
Your basic system which cost about $50 usually had a
range in the neighborhood of about 100 cycles all the way up
to 12,000 to 15,000 cycles.
And in case you don't know what cycles are, basically its
how you measure sound waves. Sound, is actually a series of
clicks. I know it sounds steady but its really not. Cycles
are how many clicks it takes to reproduce that sound in one
second. What can also be measured in frequency-or in other
words, the frequency or number of clicks in one second.
Therefore, 100 cycles would be a very low base sound,
and a high-pitched, lets say high c on a flute would be in
the neighborhood of about 10,000 cycles.
Now your average system went like from about a 100-
15,000 cycles for fifty bucks and your top of the line
systems range went from about 60 cycles all the way up to
about 20,000 cycles and cost about five times as much money.
Now, the consumer magazines said that it was basically
a waste of money to buy the higher fidelity systems because
basically the wider range of fidelity went far outside the
range that the human ear can actually perceive sound.
They cited numerous scientific studies which supposedly
proved that the human ear can only hear sound from about 120
cycles to 220 cycles (depending on your age) and up to about
12,000 - 15,000 cycles (depending on your age.) and
therefore it was absolutely ridiculous to have a stereo
which could reproduce sound lower than 120 cycles or higher
than 15,000 cycles. Because the human ear can't hear it
anyways.
Now-audiophiles will disagree with you and so will
people involved in the occult. The science of hypnosis was
discovered and utilized by occultists centuries before
Sigmund Freud began to study the phenomenon and grant it
scientific consideration.
And in hypnosis the most peculiar aspect of it is the
idea of hypnotic suggestions. While under a hypnotic state
the hypnotist can suggest to the subject for example that
later after he's fully awake and conscious with the use of a
trigger signal, the patient can believe or behave according
to whatever suggestion he was given while he was under. For
example, he could instantly go back into a hypnotic state
without all the bother and fuss associated with going under,
or he could suddenly start barking like a dog, or running around
on all fours having no idea why he's doing that-you know the
stuff of carnical attractions.
Anyways-they've done experiments with hypnotic
suggestion where they actually made the trigger a dog-
whistle. And it worked. Let me explain.
Supposedly human beings can not hear the sound that a
dog whistle makes-but dog's can because dog's range of
hearing is superior to humans-or is it??
The reason that people can't hear a dog whistle, is
because the frequency is about 20,000 hertz-about 5,000
hertz higher than the human ear can supposedly hear.
But, experiments have proven that you CAN hear a dog
whistle. Because they've hypnotized people and made a dog
whistle the post-hypnotic trigger. The subject was told
under hypnosis that when he hears a dog whistle (and they
blow it for him) later on when he's fully conscious he'll
start barking like a dog. Later on when the subject is
awake again and fully conscious, a dog whistle is blown out
of his sight, and guess what the post-hypnotic reaction
occurs every time they blow the dog whistle.
Which mean that it has been proven that people can hear dog
whistles-they just don't hear them consciously-that is to
say they are not AWARE of the fact that they hear them.
But like I said before the subliminal mind has
superhuman hearing. As a matter of fact, biologists have
indicated that there is no physical reason why the human
ear should have such audio limitations-it certainly seems
designed to be able to hear a much wider range of sound.
And later scientific studies have indicated that the
suppression actually occurs in the mind not the ear as with
our senses as well. Scientists have since discovered that
the mind (where all of this data is processed-it actually
isn't the ear that hears or the eyes that see it's the mind
that perceives) automatically filters out about eighty to
ninety percent of what we see and hear and perceive.
Something that occultists have known for years. Scientists
say they don't know why, but the more witchy members of our
society have known for years.
Anyways-getting back to the stereo-systems.
My dad wouldn't budge about buying me the newer hi-fi
set, but he did make a deal with me-he told me that if I
could convince him that he could actually HEAR a difference
that he would fork out the money for the new set.
So, you know what I did?? I went out and bought the
best damn high fidelity demonstration record they ever made.
Now, this demonstration record just rocked ass. It was
amazing.
Now first let me explain why most people could not hear
a difference between the two stereo systems if they played
the radio or something or a regular LP and that's because
the range on normal LP's was as limited as the supposed
human hearing. If you wanted to demonstrate the higher
fidelity of the new systems you had to play a higher
fidelity recording.
Now this record that I bought was really cool because
first it actually played a sweep of audio sound, starting at
about 40 cycles and all the way up to over 20,000 cycles.
And sure enough you couldn't hear anything until it got to
about 100 cycles or so and once again when the sweep went
over about 15,000 cycles I couldn't hear anything once
again. (remember I was a kid and so I had a little bit
better hearing than an adult)
My dad hears the sweep demonstration and he's nodding
his head because he thinks he's just won. Little did he
know I was setting him up for the big fall!!
So, my dads thinking, `Sure enough-can't hear the new
sound range, even though the puppy we had just gotten was
running around and barking all over the place when the
record went over 20,000 cycles. The only thing that proved
was maybe we could buy a hi-fi for the dog-atleast HE could
appreciate it!
Then the capper-the next part of the record plays a
concert hall symphony orchestra-first, at normal fidelity
range. Okay, it plays-it sounds good-not like your actually
there though. I even had my dad turn up the stereo real
loud.
Okay, that plays for about five minutes. Then the
trophy. Then the record replays the same recording of the
live orchestra, except this time in the full audio-fidelity
range.
You should have seen my dad's jaw drop down like he was
trying to catch flies. It was precious!! It was like the
record was supernatural. I swear it sounded like you were
right there at the concert-it is almost totally
indescribable the difference.
My dad finally said he couldn't believe it, so there
were more tracks to play. The next one was of a high school
marching band recorded live, in normal fi-and then in the
extended range and I mean, you can even hear traffic going
by and whistles blowing, ambient and chaotic sounds just
like you were right friggin' there at the parade!! It was
like totally supernatural.
My dad finally gave in and admitted he could hear the
difference. Of course, my dad became an audiophile too
after that-using gold connectors and the whole nine yards.
It was the only time I think I ever truly convinced my dad
of anything in my life that he didn't already believe.
Of course, I got my new system, and the first hi-fi
record I went out and bought was Led Zeppelin Four. I had
heard that if you listen to the song `Stairway To Heaven'
seven times in a row in high fidelity-that you would hear a
secret message-anyways, I'll let you try that alone.
And then the sexy little boy swallowed the man's cum
with delight.
Thanks for staying with me, now back to the bath
commercial I did, and if you skipped all the way down to
this part, and subliminally stopped at the previous sentence
welcome back you probably aren't going to know what the fuck
I'm talking about-what the hell-it's sexy and it has to do
with boys and TV and the movies. You can always go back up
and read afterwards if you want.
Now all this happens after I came out of the closet and
all that happy horse-shit and accepted myself for being gay
or whatever and was finally free to fall in love and a have
a boyfriend and a reasonable chance at happiness that so
many people at that time and still do think is utterly
ridiculous-gay people should be miserable their whole lives
until they accept Jesus-Fuck you all.
Okay, glad I got that out of my system.
Anyways-I came out of the closet, and met my first boy
friend Steve, and then I fell in love and then had my first
spiritual experience. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM - just like that.
Coming out of the closet for me, was the decision that
started a chain reaction of good things to happen in my
life. Really really good things.
I met Steve, and how do I say this, well, Steve was a
witch. Or he called himself a witch-said he used to belong
to a coven and al that, was a student of the occult, and I
found all that interesting, but not really. At the time,
when he went on an and on about it and the subconscious mind
and the hidden powers that are inside us all-man-I got a
little bored with it.
To tell you the truth-I didn't really believe, and so
it was rather boring. But I quickly fell in love with Steve
and I'm not sure how that happened. Does anybody?
Anyways, and this all happened rather quickly. Three
weeks after we met I knew this man had my heart like I just
knew it.
And, I was going through kind of a thing when I
realized that I loved him and I was pretty sure he loved me
too- what I was going through is that I had this little
secret that not too many people at the time knew about- As a
matter of fact NOBODY knew about.
Not only was I gay, but I had a bit of an affinity for
the little boys-especially if they were like ten years old
with blond hair and blue eyes. Now I kept all of this quite
secret BUT, I decided that before this love affair went any
further along that I better tell Steve the truth about
myself.
So-I told him, and it was weird because it was the
first time I'd ever told anyone that before and I had no
idea how he would react.
And, he just smiled and said, "I knew that about you
the first day we met."
Now he got my attention. I thought I was concealing it
pretty reasonably. How in the hell did he know?
"You did?!!" I exclaimed/asked.
"Yup," he said holding the smile.
"But how? How did you know?"
His smile faded and he said in all earnestness, "It is
rather obvious, when you can see things that most people
can't see."
"The Witchy stuff?" I asked.
He nodded.
So, I have to say he opened my mind quite a bit.
Enough to have that little bit of interest and belief in the
things that he talked about.
So, eventually I tell Steve about my celebrity status,
that I'd been in a television commercial of rather popular
stature. And no I wanted him to guess.
And Steve said,"You're the kid in the Life
commercial-Hey Mikey"
I said, "NO! WRONG!"
"I give up," he said laughing his ass off.
I described the commercial and he said he never saw it.
I was sure he had so I decided to play him the tape.
The next time we got together I brought the only
evidence that I was superstar, and Steve put it in his VCR
and hit play.
And we watched the TV commercial.
After it finished Steve said, "Your THAT kid?!!"
"Yea," I said that's me.
"You sure had a nice dick!" he said, "How'd they get you
all boned up like that-that was hot!!"
I sat there and starred at Steve for damn near two
minutes without saying a word. I had never told Steve that
they actually shot the commercial with me naked in the tub
with no bath bubbles and a woodie on top of it. I'd never
even mentioned to him before that I'd ever even been in a
television commercial.
"Steve," I finally said, "You're not telling me that
you can see me underneath all of those bubbles."
"Can't you?" he said with a smile.
"How did you know I was naked and had a boner?"
"It was obvious," he said.
"Okay-if you can see my privates in the commercial-tell
me was I circumsized or uncircumcised?"
"Very circumcised," he said.
"Anything else?"
"Like what?"
"I don't know-something that can prove that you can see
what I can't see."
"Play it again," Steve said.
So I did, and this time Steve got right up to the TV
set to get a closer look, and finally he pauses the tape to
a single frame, squints a bit and then turns to me and says,
"You have a mole on your left nut-it a pretty big one."
Now, I have to stop and explain that Steve could not
have known that I had a large mole on my left nut-a beauty
mark. Although I did have shaved balls, I hadn't had sex
with Steve yet. In fact we were going to maybe that
night-that's why I shaved my balls. But up to this point in
time we just cuddled and made out in our underwear and stuff.
I had wanted to have sex with him but everytime I would
try and initiate something Steve would say he wanted the
time to be right and I guess he was waiting for me to come
out of the kiddy closet, sort of speak.
We did however watch a bunch of porno but we just
rubbed ourselves up against each other while we were
watching while we in our undershorts.
And of course-I wanted to know how to see what most
people could not see.
"You knew how I knew for sure you liked little boys?"
he finally said.
"Yea how?"
"I took notice of how you reacted to the porno's we
watched. Whenever a kiddy-porn segment came on you went ape
shit and took your attention away from me and focused
exclusively on the TV set like I wasn't even here."
"What kiddy porn segments?" I asked. "Those were all
adult gay videos we watched. All 100% legal, over 18. I
never saw any kids in them."
"You didn't? Are you sure? I did." He said
encryptically.
"NOW!!" I said. "Show me now, it has to do with all
this occult stuff doesn't it?"
"There are none so blind as those who will not see," he
said.
He was so damn encryptic.
I watched as he went shuffling around the apartment.
He came back with a black light and an old Sears catalogue.
Steve was like that-he was, what shall I say, a bit of a
dumpster diver-always bringing shit back to the apartment
like that-old books and magazines he'd find in people's
trash can's from the late sixties and seventies.
He screwed in the black light bulb and said, "Now most
people know that if you use for example fluorescent ink that
reflects light above violet into the invisible light
spectrum called U.V. the human eye can't perceive it so its
invisible. BUT, if you shine a black light on it, which is
U.V. light, guess what - it glows.
Of course-I knew this. I went through my rock-n'roll
phase as a thirteen year old. With all my rock posters that
glowed with a black light on in the room.
"Go on," I said.
"But what a lot of people don't know is that sometimes
with a black light you can make things disappear."
"Okay," I said.
I watched Steve throw the old Sears catalogue on the
couch and open it up to the middle where there was a picture
of a boy standing in his underwear next to a measuring tape
on the wall.
"Nice kid-Blond hair, blue eyes," I said. The boy
looked to be about 12 years old in the picture.
Steve had blankets over all of the windows in the
apartment, which was something I hadn't really confronted
him about, and as he got up to shut out all the light
outside, I took a minute to look at the photo.
"Just as I thought," I whispered quietly to myself,
"Can't make out a shade or a shadow or a slight impression
what-so-ever of the kids genitals-How do they do that? He's
twelve-you got to see something!"
Steve came back and shut off the lamp. It got pitch
dark in the room. Amazing-he must have spent a lot of time
working it out so he could get the apartment pitch dark-not
an easy task. Especially since it was daylight outside. I
found out later he even had masking tape around the edges of
windows and doors. I thought maybe he was a vampire at
first.
Steve said, "You ready?"
"Yea,." I said.
"Look at the book,"
"Okay," I could only make out the slightest impression
of where the book was in the darkness.
Then Steve turned on the black light.
I sat and stared at the picture, speechless for about a
minute. What I was seeing could not be my imagination. The
boy's underwear had disappeared and I was looking at a
completely naked 12 year old boy.
His genitals were nice too-especially since he was
fully erect. I would say he was about 4 inches standing at
attention.
On his chest I could see what appeared to have been
superimposed on the photo and handwritten `SEX' and
underneath of that the number `666'
I was simultaneously enraptured that the boy was naked,
were these people sympathetic to boy-love?? And also at the
same time, the 666 thing made me think maybe this was
Satanic and evil and that repulsed me. So I was feeling
repulsion and also fantastic jubilation at the same time.
Finally after a minute I tried to say something to
Steve, but nothing came out. Steve got up and in the light
of the U.V. lamp rewound my tape and hit play.
There I was in all my naked glory with a boner as proud
as the boy in the catalogue, taking a bath with no soap
bubbles.
Finally my tongue broke free and I said to Steve, "They
added the bubbles after the fact-there were no bubbles when
they taped the commercial."
Steve just nodded.
"They used to do it that way-they don't anymore. Black
lights don't work on anything after the seventies-and work
work on about half of the stuff from the seventies. It's
all much more sophisticated now. "
I was speechless.
"And the images have gotten more graphic."
I nodded again not understanding - still thinking about
the 666 that I saw on the boy's chest. `What is this all
about?' I thought to myself.
"BUT, " Steve started, "sometimes you get lucky."
I watched as Steve went to his movie collection, and
handed me the VHS tape of a movie that co-starred the famous
boy actor Elijah Woodie-back when he was about ten years
old. It also had Golddust Hawn in it and Doc Johnson.
He put it in the VCR, and a scene comes on where Elijah
Woodie is half naked, wearing only a pair of baggy swim
trunks and he's with some girl about his own age and he's
swimming in a country creek or something and then he gets
out of the creek and sits on a rock talking to this girl and
that's when Steve hit the slow-mo button.
Now what I watch is this:
Elijah Woodie gets up out of the water and climbs up
onto a rock. And manages to sit his little ass down but in
the most un-natural way-something totally unnatural for how
a boy would actually try to sit on that rock under normal
circumstances.
First of all, the position finally gets into is out of
balance-in fact Woodie has to contort his arms around at a
weird angle just to maintain his balance. The boy has
lifted his knees up way to high than any boy would under
natural conditions and he's also spread one leg wide to the
left, bringing him more out of balance than into balance.
However, and it is really obvious, that all of this
gymnastics on the part of Elijah Woodie is to bring his left
leg up and over into perfect alignment with the camera to
see right up the boy's baggy pant leg. Getting a perfect
shot of Woodie's ten year old genitals!! His dick and
balls-man, he looked like he had nice balls for a ten year
old-bigger than you'd expect- maybe because his balls were
kind of scrunched forward with him sitting on a rock I
don't know-but they sure looked nice. Just to imagine-I got
a chance to see Elijah Woodie's balls and that's not
all-Woodie had a woodie. Pretty small but a woodie just the
same.
Steve hit freeze on the frame and I got a little closer
and sincerely admired the little boy's dick and erection.
Then, Steve went and turned the apartment light back on
and the black light off. Now the image was totally
different. You could still see the unnatural position of
the boy and the straight up the leg camera shot but this
time you can see that the boy is wearing underwear and you
can't see his genitals.
"Now he's wearing underwear," I said rhetorically.
"Actually, I think its like that mesh they have inside
of baggy boy's swim trunks like the kind he's wearing-you
know it was like built in underwear in your swim trunks."
I nodded, I remembered that from when I was a kid.
"How did they do that?"
"Easy, " Steve said, "They used an X-ray camera."
"What the fuck?" I said.
"Well, actually it doesn't use X-rays-it uses radio
waves-but it works pretty good. It can see right through
one thin layer of clothing, like a pair of underwear. You
get a real good shot in this movie though because that mesh
inside the swim trunks has lots of little tiny holes in it so
the camera can see through it even better.
"How do you know about this?" I asked.
"I have one," he said.
Steve got up and rummaged around again. While he was
gone I rewound the tape and played it again. Wow-It seemed
that their was an un-natural shadow also when looking up his
pant leg and so I adjusted the brightness on the television
screen and was able to make out the ghost appearance of his
genitals without the black light.
Steve came back and I showed him, "Look, you can see it
a little without a black light if you turn up the
brightness."
"Yea-professional film makers, they use mirrors and
stuff to refract light so you don't get shadows like
that-its obvious they made a virtual shadow, which you can
get rid of by turning up the brightness.
"Amazing,"
Steve handed me the camera and I took a look at it. On
the top of it is what looked like an ordinary flash but when
I turned it on it didn't flash anything.
"It's a flash-but it flashes invisible light. In the
radio-wave spectrum. Kind of like radar. Anyways, the
invisible light waves have a longer frequency than normal
light and bounce off of things differently. The waves come
back to the camera and there's a microchip in there that
processes the data and will translate it into a visual
picture. You can take pictures in pitch black with that
camera. "
"Wow!!"
"Anyways-um if you use it in regular lighting
conditions though you have to buy a special filter for it
which basically filters out all visible light, otherwise the
chip won't translate the radio data. Because the radio
waves are longer than visible light waves they have a
tendency to pass right through a thin layer of clothing.
It's great-you go to the beach with this camera and any
picture you take of a kid up to about thirty feet away, it
comes out like their standing there with no clothes on. If
the material is a little thicker you'll see a little ghost
shadow of their clothes, but the general rule of thumb is
one thin layer, it can see through, two layers and it
bounces back."
"Wow!" I said again.
"Go ahead, you can borrow it, play with it-it's a lot
of fun. Just be careful-the cops know about them. "
"Oh," I said, "Well I don't want to do anything
illegal."
"Well, its not illegal, just be careful that's all and
make sure you follow all the local ordinances at the beach.
Sometimes its illegal now to take pictures of a kid with a
hidden camera, so don't hide the camera-but at the same time
don't over do it-because like I said the cope know about
this camera."
"Where'd you get it?"
"From the local Spy Factory-a lot of people don't know
this but Spy Factories, you know places that sell tiny
cameras, and stuff like that-their target consumer is your
run of the mill pedophile."
"I didn't know,"
"Yup-well now you do."
"Here let me show you what they used to do in the olden
days," Steve said, grabbing another VHS tape.
He put this one in and it was an old television
commercial from the early seventies. A commercial for a
certain brand of fabric softener. Anyways-there's a boy
about seven years old, he just got out of the shower and
he's got a towel wrapped around him and then he kind of
flings the towel for a second and then the commercial goes
to the brand logo full screen.
"Watch this," Steve said.
I watched as Steve re-wound the tape, and played it
slow mo. When the part got there where the little boy
swings the towel around himself, Steve went to frame by
frame. I watched and was amazed that for two frames you
actually see the kid naked AND he's got a friggin' boner!"
"That's amazing!"
"Directors did it for realism. Consciously the two
frames zip by way to fast for anyone to be aware that the
kid was actually naked and sporting some nice wood.
However, the subconscious mind picks up on it, even for
people who aren't sexually attracted to kids-their
subconscious mind whistles to the conscious mind to pay
attention you just saw something important. So, people are
sitting not really paying any attention to the
commercial-but just before the product name comes full
screen they give everyone a shot of a six year old boy naked
and sporting wood. Grabs their attention just in time for
them to see the product logo."
I was speechless.
"That's how it all started-flash frames they called
them. Professional film and video actually is a series of
individual images that flash by at a rate of 60 fps or
(frames per second) that looks nice and fluid and like real
life to people. Anyways, what they would do is stick two
frames in there , the first one of something sexy to get
your attention, or I should say your subconscious attention
and then flash a message in the second frame like "Popcorn"
or something like that. People are not even consciously
aware that they just saw what they saw but their
subconscious communicates to the conscious awareness in the
form of an impulse or compulsion, in this case a compulsion
to buy popcorn. The effects of sublimiminal advertising is
just like post hypnotic suggestions. They create a strong
instant compulsion that fades away after about twenty
minutes. Unless, they use more emotionally tinged images to
get your attention and associate them with a trigger which
can occur as long as up to several hours later. Like for
example when your driving somewhere."
Now adays they use mostly child porn. And usually of
little boys. You know gay shit, boys and boys men and boys.
It really grabs your attention, and has the longest lasting
subconscious effect.
"They must need a lot of kiddy porn?"
"Yup-hundreds of new films being produced commercially
every year."
"How?"
"Ever heard of project Monarch?"
"No"
"Well look it up."
it."
"Okay,"
"Anyways, let me tell you how it all started.
First of all, let me first say that contemporary
commercial advertising and television and motion picture and
the media is the most profound and modern expression of the
occult every in the history of mankind.
And it's the most powerful industry in the world. Do
you really think that advertisers spend million and million
of dollars every year and just hand it over to the media
because they want the public to be aware of their product??
What about Coke and Pepsi and McDonald's?? Is it really
necessary for them to get their product name out there, like
people don't them all over the place. Why do they spend a
million dollars for a 30 second ad during the superbowl and
run 6 spots during the game. Do they really think that
spending 6 million dollars on 6 30 second commercials during
the superbowl is going to sell that much more hamburgers to
make their 6 million back and then some??
It all started with The Coca Cola Company back in the
fifties. They spent a shit load of money on figuring out how
to apply some ancient and proven occultic secrets in a
modern commercial society that could help them make a buck.
And what they did is they did this famous experiment,
where ten movie theatres were involved in a certain city.
Five of the theatres were a control group. Five were the
experimental group. They were all in the same city on the
same weekend so weather and other factors were identical.
In the five theatres that were all playing the same
movie by the way, during the movie the Coke people spliced
into the movie two frames every 7 minutes and 6 seconds
apart that's 6 minutes and 66 seconds. One image was a
cartoon image of a desert and a camel and a cactus and some
cartoon character that looked like he was dying of
dehydration, and then the follow up flash frame was a logo
that said "QUENCH YOUR THIRST BUY COKE"
Of course these flash frames were shooting by at 60 fps
and no one was disturbed by them, they didn't even
consciously see them. Anyways, the control theatres, who
all had an average of 80 people in them sold about 10% so in
other words they sold Coke to about 8 people on average
during each of the ten showings of the movie that weekend.
The experimental theatres however, who also had an
average of 80 people per show sold over 60%. Over 40 people
per show bought Cokes at each of the ten shows that weekend.
That's a 500% increase in sales.
And in the experimental theaters, not only did they
sell more Coke, but they sold more of everything-more
popcorn sold, more candy, more ice-cream-the concession
stands reported that they made almost 10 times the amount
profit as compared to normal advertising at the time..
"Now," Steve continued, "What they don't tell you, is
it didn't take advertisers very long to realize that the
more shocking the attention image was, the more effective
the follow up flash was-this is pure occult. Sex sells the
most and is most likely to have an attention grabbing impact
even if its subliminal. Eventually advertisers learned that
if they flashed a nude photo of a young child, that this was
the most effective to grab their attention. Boys mostly
were used because they can pop boners and therefore the
image is more conveing of not only a nude child but a
sexually aroused nude child. Eventually, as society gets
more and more used to these images, they have to use more
and more shocking ones-eventually they learned that if they
flashed an image of a six year old with a big fat cock in
his mouth that was the most shocking, attention grabbing of
all, especially if it was homosexual in nature."
"Wow," is all I could keep saying.
"Now adays, they don't use flash frames
anymore-its too easy for people to prove they're doing
something illegal. After the Coke experiment the government
made subliminal advertising illegal, but sometimes the
government just makes laws to pacify the public-there has
yet to be one single attempt by any law enforecement agency
to prosecute an advertiser for subliminal advertising even
though you could fill your three car garage with the
evidence. You can take all of that evidence and dump it in
front of your local D.A.'s office and he'll just laugh at
you and tell you to go away and take all the shit with
you-they aren't interested. Of course, in your case with
your nuddie bubblebath commercial you could hire an attorney
in a civil lawsuit but there's almost no attorney anymore
that will even file this kind of a lawsuit no matter what
your evidence is because there is no court president and
most attorneys won't work a case that has no president. No
court anywhere has ever ruled in favor of a lawsuit against
an advertiser for using subliminal advertising, and
therefore there's no groundrules established as to how that
kind of a case can be won. Of course there have been
lawsuits, but they never went to court-there's rumors they
were settled out of court but nobody knows."
"Oh," I said.
"Nobody knows-Your dealing with billion dollar
advertisers who can drop 6 million dollars on some 30 minute
spots during a TV show, they could drop 6 million dollars
for sure in legal defense of your lawsuit-they could 60
million dollars in legal fees making a fool out of you in
court without blinking an eye."
"Damn," I said.
"Wait a minute-Are you horney?" Steve suddenly asked
me.
"Hell yea?"
"Want to watch some kiddy porn?"
I raised my eyebrows.
Steve grabbed a VHS tape out of his adult gay porn
collection, "This one is awesome-It a 32 production."
"Did you just say Thirty Two production?"
"Yea dude-they make some of the best-hottest kiddy
porn. Younger and older kids together-they really get into
it too-adults also. You've heard of them?"
"No-it's the number thirty two-I know that number very
well."
"Oh well - you'll have to tell me sometime- ," Steve
said holding up the video for me to see. "There's a video
on here of a 12 year old boy, a 10 year old boy and a 6 year
old boy getting it on in just about every way imaginable.
Near the end a man comes in and gets blown by the six year
old. There's a great shot as the man shoots cum straight
into the kid's open mouth while the other two lick and suck
the guy's cock clean.
"I bought that tape myself from a legal adult book
store. It's called Between The Lines!" I said.
"I know-it was a good choice, and don't worry its still
legal." Steve said.
"What part is it?" I asked.
"The part where the 5 college jocks get it on inside
the locker room."
"Damn-you know what-while we watched that last time, in
the beginning when they're all getting dressed in the locker
room, I was friggin' certain that I saw a boy about 12 years
old in the locker room with them just for a second-I thought
to myself-what the hell is a boy doing in an adult video? I
was so certain that I saw it that when you went to the store
to get smokes I rewound the tape looking for that but
couldn't find it. Even though he wasn't naked or anything
it was still weird that there would be a little boy on the
set of an adult film."
"It wasn't your imagination-it was a flash frame-they
still use them every now and then but now there used as
ques-sometimes you see them out of the corner of your eye,
if your mind is in that mindset- It's a que-the flash frame
of the boy is to let you know that that scene is a kiddy
porn feature."
"Wow!!" I said.
"So-what do we do-you have some kind of special glasses
we have to wear or something?"
"No--," Steve said slyly, and reached for something in
a jar in the kitchen and then handed it to me.
"What's this I said, " as he handed me two little tiny
square pieces of paper.
"After you train your mind, you won't need to do this
but you will on your first time,"
"I don't understand," he said.
"Two tabs of acid," Steve said, "You
know-LSD-Sunshine."
"I took the acid,"
"Now what, " I said.
"Now-we wait an hour and I hypnotize you.".
AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER
"On the count of three wake up, one-two-three."
"Wow," I said, "Where was I just now?"
Steve just smiled, "Come on, you're ready to watch the
show."
I sat down on the couch and got comfortable. Steve
went away for just a minute and then came back while the tape
was re-winding in the VCR. When he got back he tossed a
baseball cap to me.
"What's this?" I asked looking at the cap.
"Red Sox," Steve said with a grin, "Just to get you
into the spirit."
He found the segment on the tape and I watched in
amazement as three young boys between 6 and 12 started
fooling around with one another like they born to do this.
First kissing and then getting into a three way oral scene,
slurping and dribbling and oozing saliva on each other's
dicks.
"Where do they get these kids?" I asked amazed.
"Top secret-project Monarch-like the butterfly-you know
CIA-look it up, I won't say any more than that."
I watched the screen again. Now the 10 year old was
rimming the 12 year old as the 6 year old sucked on the 12
year old's dick at the same time. The 12 year old boy was
laying flat on his back on a bed with his legs dangling over
the edge held up straight in the air so the 10 year old
could gain oral access to his hole.
I watched as the 6 years old blond boy slurped and
slobbered all over the 12 year old boy's nice sized
erection.
I pulled my cock out and started masturbating. Steve
did the same.
Next thing is the 12 year old brunet boy started
fucking the ten year old over the edge of the bed. It was
pretty hot-I'd never seen anything like this before. He was
really pumping him good making `Oomf Oomf" noises as he
fucked him in over exaggerated kid like gestures while they
both laughed.
Then the 6 year old blond kid felt left out so the
younger of the two boys on the bed told him to sit over his
face and I watched as the ten year old getting fucked
started tonguing the six year old boy's asshole while the
youngest boy squatted over his face while the eldest boy
continued to pump away at the ten year old.
After a minute or so, there's a cut in the video and
now there's a man on the bed about forty years old kneeling
on the bed and all three boys are kneeling in front of him.
The six year old is sucking on the man's cock-head, slurping
and dribbling-man this kid was hot-The two other older kids
are licking the man's balls and suddenly the boy takes the
man's cock out of his mouth and opens wide and a shot of hot
cum shoots out of the man's cock right into the little boy's
mouth. The man is jacking himself and the rest of his cum
gets all over his hand and his dick. He scrapes all of the
cum that he can on to his dick head.
And the sexy little boy swallowed the man's cum with
delight.
I watched as the man stuck his fingers towards the 12
year old boy's face and he sucked each finger clean.
Then the two older boys licked and sucked the man's
cock clean. I shot my own load when I saw the ten year old
boy, who went first, first give the dickhead a little
tongue flick to taste the pile of cum on the tip and then
wrapped his lips around the cock head. The other boy sucked
and licked and got more off while the ten year old stuck out
his tongue towards the camera and you can see cum on his
tongue and the boy was kind of laughing through his nose as
he did that.
Then the 12 year old boy said, "Want some more?" and
stood up and started jacking his biggest kid dick, but still
seemingly hairless, while the ten year old turned his face
towards the 12 year old boy's cock. His tongue still
sticking out with the man's cum still on it.
After about a minute the twelve year old rests his
cockhead on the ten year old boy's tongue, whose mouth is
still open, and one squirt shoots up right into the roof of
the kids mouth, but he keeps his mouth open, the other two
squirts of cum just bubble out of the 12 year olds cock head
in a big pool right on the ten year old boys tongue.
Then the six year old puts the ten year old boys dick
in his mouth and cleans it off, while the ten year old and
12 year old kiss. Then all three boys stick out their
tongues towards the camera all having cum on their tongues;
the ten year old with cum also dripping down his chin-they
all swallow at the same time. And then the twelve year old
leans over towards the ten year old and licks the cum off of
the younger boy's chin.
[This Episode of Who Knows was brought to you by the
Federation for the Freedom from Thought Control. This
fictional literary piece is a forum for the free expression
of ideas. Ideas are protected by the first amendment of The
United States of America. A lot of people in America don't
care so much about the first amendment OR the constitution
and what I say to them is they can find another country that
they like better and get on a fucking boat!!!! And leave the
rest of us the fuck alone. Many may say that such ideas are
offensive. And that's because it has to do with sex. There
are two points of view about sex. One is the just plain
sick and perverted idea that sex is inherently bad and evil.
This is the central idea expressed by organized religion.
That's why it's bad and evil for adults to even have the
idea of having sex with kids. If all this talk out of the
sexual revolution held any merit that sex is good, than why
isn't it good for kids?? `Sex is great honey, its wonderful
ad it feels good, BUT you have to wait until your eighteen
years old. The real reason why they think its evil to have
sex with kids is because they believe that sex is evil. A
necessary evil perhaps, and allowed for adults only because
they wouldn't be able to fucking stop everyone from having
sex, except for procreation, even if they wanted to. They
view sex as original sin. And their twisted, religiously
oriented viewpoint is that kids are somehow innocent if they
are protected from the evil pleasures of sex which would
undoubtedly corrupt them before their time. If you come
from the viewpoint that sex is inherently good, and that
people are inherantly good, which is the viewpoint of almost
all alternative spiritual belief systems - than what's
wrong with it for kids so long as sex is ALWAYS considered
sacred and not FORCED on anybody? Relegion believes that sex is
inherantly evil and they believe that people are inherantly
evil - the two ideas go hand in hand. If you believe that
sex is inherantly good than you believe that people are
inherantly good. The fact that sex is considered sin, is the
main point that convinces people that they are sinners-- without
that-- the church's argument that people are in need of saving
would lose its point for most people. It has always gotten my
rocker that these hypocrites think that sex is so evil and
you find out just how damn kinky they are behind closed
doors-basking and submerging themselves in all of that sexy
lusty pleasure. You want to know what I find offensive are
movies and films that show people being murdered and being
decapitated and burned alive and sawed in half by chainsaws
and so many of these people that would say that such a story
as I have written is soooooooooooooooooooo offensive and
should be illegal will let their kids go see these
pornographically violent movies. Now that is sick!! You
will notice that there are absolutely no depictions of
violence, or rape in my story. How about all those law and
order type shows that are so popular where all they do is
depict the sickest and most haynest of crimes - this is
America's favorite television show that and CSI-same thing.
Get real folks. They think that depictions of consensual
sex between children and adults is sooooooooooo offensive
that it should be outlawed and yet, gory movies with peoples
heads getting cut off of them and blood going everywhere
that's LESS OFFENSIVE. And I see a growing trend to depict
children as victims or wanton violence. SICK SICK SICK SICK
SICK.
Anyways-these are ideas, and ideas are still legal, that is
until the government gets their Orwellian machine working
from the book 1984, until then the thought crimes police
will be on holiday.
By the way. You can drop acid and stare at a wall and watch
kiddy porn. Did you know that?? I've done it myself. As
far as I know this kind of kiddy porn possession is 100%
legal. I should hope so I have a vast, almost uncountable
collection of it deep within the recesses of my own mind.
None on the computer though, or on VHS tape or anything
else-just in my mind. Any depictions in my story of kiddy
porn is from that vast mental library and not from any real
material.
Thanks for hanging out with me, during my very naked lunch
type story here, I don't know how you all will react. No, I
don't drop acid-and you shouldn't either. By the way leave
kids alone that might be wearing a thirty two on their
shirt, or a Boston Red Socks baseball cap. This is a story
fir Christ sakes!! I know it sounded a bit like a
biography-but really it was a story-if it was a biography
than it was someone else's biography maybe the guy that
lives next door to you or maybe you. If it's you biography
please email me and let me know so I can give you proper
credit. Also, I am not a member or supporter of NAMBLA not
that I am saying its wrong to be a member or supporter, I
just don't happen to be. I believe in lowering the age of
consent but not abolishing it all together-just because I'm
a pederast doesn't mean I'm so crazy that I believe that
kids shouldn't be protected from bad men.
Anyways-I'm rambling on now. Please feel free to email me
if you have discovered or think you have discovered any
secret codes in my story which would be interesting since I
am not consciously aware of having made any. None the less
I would read between the lines. My email address is
darronthewitch@yahoo.com I'm a friendly guy and no, I'm not
on drugs. Please, keep the content of your emails legal.
That is to say I'm not interested in any kind of
temptations. I've already sold my soul to the devil and can
no longer be tempted (lol - just kidding) no serious, If you
are a minor go tempt another minor but be careful because
there arresting kids now too for child molestation-I just
read in the news the other day - `2 six year old boys under
investigation for child molestation, banned from local rec
center' no no-this is for reals-I'm not kidding. So-you
know what, if kids cant have sex with kids anymore without
taking the risk of being arrested then what does that say
for the rest of us-I don't think that's much of a
temptation. Do you? I don't want to hear about any
nefarious and illegal activities or enterprises you have
been involved in. If you want to make comments about the
story or you want to talk fantasy I would love that. BTW, I
will need three forms of identification, finger prints, a
birth certificate, your social security number, and a
notarized letter from the president indicating that you are
at least 18 years of age as of the day that you send me an
email for us to talk about sex-ha ha - just kidding. But you
do have to indicate that you are eighteen-I wasn't kidding
about that. That is if you want to talk sex.
I hope this has added another volume of mental kiddy porn to
your own psychic library and who knows, maybe some time you
will actually be able to watch it on the wall when you're on
acid sometime or else when your mind is open and you tap
into the superconscious. Who Knows? Nobody knows- Danny
The Witch.]
Have you checked the children???
Is it safe??
Honey.. I'm home.
End Chapter 3.